two hibiscus bloomsnestle…
Shallow bush bellows,concord is…
when mother’s birthstonecame to life, we were on guard — gems…
Dreary dark and deep mist hovering on my soulMagic fills the air.
God’s amazing seais full of wondrous…
We honor your hearts,Three generations of loveStacked upon our tree.
Petals fall wayside Revealing an exposed pen Deflowered again
Winter robbed the trees.The rainy season moved in, This is our New Year.